Descriptive Essay On My Life

After that we headed home. And the car ride home was not good I puked on the side of the road because I was hot and when it is hot I puke.

He left Swannanoa to join the army. He excelled at the army since it was the first time in his life was recognized for excelling. He became a sergeant in only four years of service. He made it as far as possible until they made him leave in order to head to college. After he left, he met my mom and she helped him out since he was a little of a brute. Since then he has to work at his job to support the family, and he worked for years to perfect his wood working. He had a tough life, but persevered

I can see my short curls and round nose looking back at me in the reflection of the window while I listen to Spanish pop. Looking out, I see hundreds of people walking past each other, from teens dressed in jeans to adults in suits and blazers. There are nail salons, designer shoe stores, offices, all in the midst of these massive buildings. I’m on a DART train passing Downtown Dallas, on my way home from school. A few years ago, I didn’t even know about the different rails, but now I know my way around the entire city without using Google Maps, something I’m a little proud of. I’ve used it to go to work at Bed Bath & Beyond, my chess tournaments, school, the mall, vegetarian restaurants, and anything in-between. The reason might be because I can’t afford a car, my dad works all the time, and my sister took my mom’s car to her tiny town of San Angelo for college, but it doesn’t even matter because riding the train and running errands by myself has made me independent, plus it’s eco-friendly.

Who am I? I am Leticia Martinez, a 21-year-old, mother of two beautiful children with an amazing husband and currently working on increasing my cultural capital by pursuing a college degree. I am a strong, independent woman who is full of life and not afraid to take any challenge life brings. I am a woman who never allows anything or anyone bring me down. But before I was able to discover the person I am today. I had three agents of socialization build me. These agents consisted of my family, stepdad, and school. Some people learn to be strong because they are taught, but I learned to be strong by facing life a very unpleasant way.

Being in love with marine animals from a small age, I was always counting down the days till I can go to myrtle beach or florida.

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

Growing up, I was the third grandchild, the second to live in the Hampton area, and the only girl. My oldest cousin, Drew, was the center of my grandma's attention until I was born, of course. I was the pesky and irritating little cousin, always following him around and wanting to do exactly what he was doing. From balling during his favorite tv shows to trampling over the toy farms he built, you could count on me to accomplish it. I definitely knew at a young age that he didn't particularly like me.

I was sitting at a picnic table with a young boy struggling next to me. His hand was gripped so tightly onto mine that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my hand. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that laid on the ground. All because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This was just one of the countless fits a day that this young boy would have in a day. And learning how to help him was one of the most gratifying experiences I have attained in my life.

I was born and raised in Pune, India and moved to USA at the age of 9. As my family navigated our upper middle class lives in Pune, people all around us suffered. They were born into poverty, with no money or food, and often no family to care of them. As I went to shopping malls and watched movies, I just had to look a few feet in any direction to be reminded of the fortune I had, and the misfortune others suffered. One of my earliest memories was of a child no older than 8, covered with fecal matter and dirt, struggling to pull his father, a blind quadriplegic, on a sled. The father, riddled with open wounds and fleas, was begging for money, flailing his body towards people he could not see. Not a single person even looked his way. Who was going to take care of the poor father and his son, ensure that they were both fed, deliver the medicine they needed? To this day, I wonder if anyone ever bothered taking care of them, and if either of them even survived. His desperate pleas continue to reverberate in my head, and the guilt I feel for not answering his pleas makes me feel like their fate was on my hands. That was the first day I felt helpless in my life, as I did nothing but watch poor father and his son from inside my car.

I was taught to be accepting, outgoing, and independent. By this point in my life, that's exactly what I've become. My education, happiness, and family were always top priorities.

Proudly, he finished high school at the age of sixteen, but could not follow the footsteps of his older brothers and join the military, because he was too young. Therefore, he decided to continue his studies. The completion of his degree in biology was bittersweet. He was the first and the only one in his family to have graduated from college, however, there were not a lot of opportunities for a young African-American male in 1957, in small town Alabama. After taking few odd jobs, he decided to enlist in the military.

To me, my life stories are my adventures. However, to some; they are just life. I believe that certain events in my life have not only shaped who I am, but have helped construct my values, and me as a person. My life started off differently that what most people would consider the normal. In the beginning on my life, my dad was not there for me virtually at all. However, over time he came around and regained his position as the father figure in my life.

I grew up in a very christian household with my grandmother, father and 2 brothers and my mom was in and out for most of my life, she was a heroin addict so i guess that could have shaped me. I raised myself and my brother for the most part because granny was working and my dad was dealing with my disabled older brother and the 3 dogs and 20 cats we had at the time. I was usually outside playing with the neighbor boys as a child unless i was at my old christian school being lectured about god, which don't get me wrong i'm not anti god or anything i'm just taoist so i was never into the bible. I was in that charter school from 4th to 8th grade and it wasn't a bad school until 7th when i went to the jr high where walker elementary and burch elementary fed into which was seinz jr high where we could never keep a teacher for longer that 2 weeks. It wasn't too bad because i didn't need a teacher in middle school i wanted to be left alone anyway, i was a very angry middle schooler because it was right after my mom had left for good, and all i wanted to do was watch anime and read manga, i was also angry because i felt like something was wrong with me, growing up in a house with a jesus obsessed grandmother, being gay wasn't a thing and i had a feeling i was just that. I first felt that way in 7th grade but i had always kind of had a feeling since i was little i never like the disney boys on tv like my friends in elementary i was obsessed with hannah montana as a girl and not because of her music, so there weren't any doubts in my mind of what was going on but i refused to tell anyone especially my family. I got a boyfriends in 8th grade and to this day that boy is my best friend and what do ya know the boys a weirdo too, hes a tranny, i'm still so proud to say it even if i am gay but i dated that beautiful tranny man!

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

It was late in the afternoon on a balmy spring day, and the sun was slowly beginning it’s evening stroll down the path to meet the horizon. Then finally to disappear beyond the edge.